Today, I accomplished my first significant athletic endeavor since I broke my wrist – I went on a bike ride! I wore my brace since it was considered a "high-risk" activity. It felt incredible to be on the move again. I did notice that I couldn't shift with my right hand, but the hills weren't too challenging, so I managed quite well.
This phase of recovery reminds me of the first trimester of pregnancy. It's a period characterized by no outward signs of difficulty (no visible baby bump or arm cast), yet the internal struggles are very real. Just as the first trimester can be the most demanding for some, I've found this stage of healing to be more painful than any other phase of my injury. The reason is straightforward – I'm doing more now, which is fantastic (yay!), but it also means experiencing more discomfort (boo).
What's intriguing about this recovery process is how it aligns with my five years of research and experimentation with fascia. Here's a partial checklist of my observations: